Most expensive "free" trip to Naivasha

I've heard people casually say, "It was just a one-night stand," and every time I hear that phrase, I can't help but laugh because mine wasn't planned at all.

It wasn't one of those situations where I woke up and thought, "You know what? Today seems like a perfect day to make questionable life decisions." NoMine started the same way most Kenyan problems start...Being broke.And when I say broke, I don't mean "I'll wait until payday" broke.

I mean the kind of broke where your M-Pesa balance looks so empty you start refreshing it, hoping the money is just taking time to load.

Even the customer care agent would probably have looked at my account and whispered, "Pole sana."Life after campus deserves its own warning label. You spend years imagining you'll graduate, get a good job, buy your dream car, and post motivational quotes on LinkedIn.

Then reality welcomes you with unanswered job applications, relatives asking when you're getting employed, and an empty fridge that's echoing every time you open it.One Friday afternoon, my friend called."Girl! Nimepata job Naivasha! Si ukuje Sunday tuhang out? Maybe you'll even meet people who can connect you.

"Now tell me, which unemployed graduate would say no to networking?I packed my small bag, wore my best outfit—the one reserved for interviews and pretending my life was together—and boarded a matatu to Naivasha.The trip itself almost made me turn back.

The conductor kept insisting there was "one seat left," yet the seat was somehow designed for half a human being. By the time we got there, my back had filed an official complaint against the rest of my body.

Finally, I arrived.I called my friend.No answer.I called again.Nothing.I sent a text.Still nothing.So there I was, standing outside...